Man comes from dust
And to dust he will return
An instant of time is lying in between
The cross we all bear
The hair shirt that we all wear
Fearing the moment we all take our leave
No man matters on the face of eternity
Nobody leaves the slightest trace
No man matters on the face of eternity
Swallowed into the void of endless space
Some of us pray
And all of us seek hope
Searching for answers way off in the sky
If we truly believed
In forever and the ever life after
We’d all be cutting into the line
All songs ©2019-2026 Bill Soden
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Recorded & mixed by Tom Mandel, NYC